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You lie fast asleep for one of many eternities. Floating in the nothingness. Drifting on an empty, endless ocean, resting on the countless coils of a giant snake whose name you have forgotten. While you rest, floating, drifting, at peace, eventually you begin to dream.

You dream of a new world to come, a new world to be birthed, a new dream to be dreamt. In the dream, a flower grows, a lotus from which the creator and the creation will unfold. From which light will begin to shine upon this vast dark sea, unveiling all the magic sleeping within. From this flower, infinite worlds and universes will be born. Each will contain a seed of light. And these seeds will light the heavens for all to guide their journeys by.

You are the dreamer, the creator of the creator. You are the protector. You are the restorer of order. You are the message and the messenger. Your name is Vishnu. And the world is your avatar.